As Ye Zhen watched the four Commandery City Patrol Officers exchange glances, their eyes flickering nonstop, his vigilance instantly rose to its peak.
Something was wrong!
Absolutely wrong!
Who was Meng Chuan?
A hero known throughout Black Water Country!
Yinshan Commandery City was, moreover, the hero's hometown.
Yet now, when Ye Zhen asked about the home of a hero in that hero's hometown, so many people did not know—and their expressions were so strange.
"Who are you, and why are you looking for Old Madam Meng?" After their eyes flickered for a while, the patrol officer at the front finally spoke.
"My name is Ye Zhen, a disciple of Qi Yun Sect. I came specifically to visit Old Madam Meng." Seeing the other party question him, Ye Zhen relaxed slightly. Things were finally beginning to turn in a normal direction.
"A disciple of Qi Yun Sect? You people came again this year?"
That word "again" stunned Ye Zhen for a moment. He immediately understood that Qi Yun Sect disciples had come every year before, so he casually nodded.
"Peace Lane in the western district. Go there and you'll find it," one patrol officer said.
"Many thanks!"
Having found the way and eaten and drunk his fill, Ye Zhen did not wish to waste any more time. He headed straight downstairs. Just as he reached the stairway, the patrol officer's voice rang out again.
"Ye Zhen, after you visit Old Madam Meng, leave early. Do not linger too long. Old Madam Meng is advanced in years and bears the pain of losing her son. She must not be disturbed."
Hearing this, Ye Zhen paused, his brows knitting slightly. Why did those words sound so strange?
Deep in Peace Lane of the western district stood an inconspicuous archway, bearing the four grand